Late Nights (Dallyboy)

Chapter 8

Dallas sat in the lot, rereading the letter he had wrote. He knew it was something Pony wouldn't take seriously, that he wouldn't believe his feelings. The hood didn't know if the younger greaser was interested with men either, so he could be humiliated as well.
This was overwhelming, exhausting, staggering. The greaser gripped on to the paper, watching creases form before he crumpled it completely. Hatred for his emotions forcing the hands of the message to tear the paper, his face to become crimson, his eyes to burn with angry tears. The tears became cool against the chilly air, falling onto the devastation. Dally snapped his head away, guilt and regret flooding through him.
He grabs his cigarettes sharply, lighting one quickly to calm his achey heart.
"Hey! Dally!", a voice chirped. They approached quickly, causing the greaser to jump.
"Hey Soda," Dallas mumbled "what's up man?"
The younger looked at the other cocnerned, slowing his excited pace. Tilting his head and nestling down beside his friend, Soda questioned the hood. "Nothing's wrong with me, whats up with you? You seem so low."
Dally glanced at Soda and took a long drag. The smoke burned his throat as he contemplated telling the truth. It would be too much of a risk he decided. "A girl has me down, the usual."
Soda cocked an eyebrow as Dally's lie drifted with the smoke,"I've never seen you this bummed over a girl. Are you sure somethin-"
"Mind your own business!", the hood interjected. "Man, you never know how to keep yourself out of someone's problems." He slumped, flicking the fag and watching the ashes flutter down near the letter. He wanted to burn it.
Soda was taken aback by the blond. He was used to him snapping at everyone, but not on this subject. Dally usually spilled his feelings when he was alone with someone, but he's acting like a stray. It made Soda even more concerned.
As the younger greaser began to open his mouth, the elder growled, "Fuck off. Leave me the fuck alone."
Thr younger scrambled, "But Dal, I jus-"
"I said fuck off Curtis! I don't want to talk, just leave me alone!", Dallas snarled. Grabbing the other by the collar and shoving them away.
Soda looked at the hood and retreated, slowly and carefully. He hoped the man would turn back on commands and tell him whats going on, but that never came.
Dally slid back down, huffing and inhaling the cigarette again. He pretended the tightness in his chest was the smoke and not his restrainted weeps.